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*all vocals by |
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The Lone Ranger (Q-Tip)* |
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This is the |
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Lone Ranger |
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If you're one of the fortuante to purchase this |
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A Tribe Called |
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Quest, The |
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Love Movement album |
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You are privliged to witness the first in a series of attempts |
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To rectify music from it's rectulness |
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Again, this is the |
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Lone Ranger with his first installment |
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Money Maker |
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Listen Colder in the winter |
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And hotter in the summer |
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Get on up |
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Get on up |
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Live your life right when you be corrupt |
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Volcano about to erupt |
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Get it up, |
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Get it up, |
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Get it up |
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Got the motivating joints that keep your ass jumping |
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Why when a nigga get on, you want something |
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Yo I got the posinious traps for little rats that fiend |
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In come the bedroom dream |
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Kick it at a slow or at a quick tempo |
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A ladies' disposition won't fuck with the mental |
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I'm built for conflicts with chicks with issues |
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I can lick the wounds bring ease with miss yous |
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Bringin' all the pain and makin' things shiver |
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The beat make you bite your nails and shit your liver |
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And we gonna give a encore performance |
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Haters seem doormant while my presence is enormous |
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Tarnations, |
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I went gold |
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Streesed out with |
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Faith but told cats to get a hold |
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Who is the nigga who's mic is stronger |
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Rock for an hour and he might rock longer |
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Kid you're perplexed, seems |
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I better get to gongin' |
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The clean up man, hang you up like on and |
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Don't step in the arena, that's a stern warning |
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I'm the pops, |
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I raise the sun like morning |
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Seems you're still sleeping, hey, stop the yawning |
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Open up the blinds and witness the dawning |
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The new application and |
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I'm the applier |
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And I'm a set it off like fire |
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Yeah yeah, that's where it's at |
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Make it hot and phat and like |
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Puff (I like that) |
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Now I got to urge you on to move ahead |
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Don't dread, 'cause |
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I keep the stock in the shed |
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And if you need a boost, then |
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I got the jump |
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Because we prone to make the party go bump bump bump bump bump bump bump |
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Where you is, if you the baby daddy then uplift the kids |
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Get back and plan, don't be on front flossin' |
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Incognito, you heard the name quite often |
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You dressed in black and been issued a coffin |
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I thrive on this plain, you off to the lost one |
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Like cayon pepper, it gets hot to the better > |
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From each little dash it get the whole smash |
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It's tasty too, so satisfy your whole pallid |
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Fake ID's are revoked, they're invalid |
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Infractin' bodies out on the dance floor |
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Is what I wanna see, not less but much more |
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The lyrics just spewed, he got good reviews |
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The kid made the news, how he left no clues |
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On how he just murderlized the whole damn jam |
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He just got results that's smiles and waved hands |
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The mission could never be accomplished, however |
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Until we bounce to a autumn where hot weather |
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And still we'll be able to rock and rip crowds |
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While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud |
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While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud |
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If you with the |
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Tribe, chest out and be proud |
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Shake your money maker |
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Shake your money maker |
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Shake your money maker |
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Shake it, shake it |
